Will the snow bombe hit us this weekend? I don’t know and don’t care. If you only knew how good things really are, you wouldn’t care either. Everything is fine apart from the weather, which will eventually change. If it’s one thing we’ve learned, the climate is constantly changing. Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall, they’re all different. The days are getting longer too.
Next month I have scheduled a get together with Scott, (keyboards) Gary (bass) and Pat (drums) to play some tunes. I’d really like to record some new material but I don’t think I can organize that before the session. At a certain point I will be going into a studio to put down some new songs, which will probably end up as an album. What happens is that over several months or even years, I find that I have almost magically gathered together 10 or 12 songs that I have written but have never officially been released.
I have never sat down to “write an album”, and I don’t collaborate much with other people. I just record stuff when I get the time or the inclination. I don’t have any deadlines. Some days I just don’t want to do any music at all. Sometimes I’ll literally fall asleep at the mixing board because for some reason I just want to zone out. Sometimes I’ll spend an entire morning recording some idea or other and forget it even existed. I probably have dozens of tracks like that. Some of them are good, some are not. I’ve got dozens of notebooks full of unrecorded songs, half finished songs, and the stuff that made it out into the world. (pic rel)
As you will hear below, the second verse didn’t make the cut.
I don’t try and imitate trends, I wouldn’t even know what they were. I have very little interest in popular music, although I ackowledge that some of it is probably pretty good. That’s one of the reasons I can’t be categorized. When people ask me what kind of music do you play, I have no answer. This is not a good marketing opportunity for record labels. They don’t like variety in an artist, it’s too hard to nail down an audience.
There is music from the past that I used to love and now I hate it, because my taste in music changes all the time. It’s interesting that a song can take your mind back to an experience from the past. That’s almost a magical thing. This explains the popularity and staying power of entertainers who were successful decades ago, who are still attracting audiences.
In a few short years none of this will matter any more because the internet and social media in general will be millions of robots talking to other robots. Humans will be entirely excluded from any discussion or participation of global trends in anything. We’ll have to go back to drums or smoke signals, but the robots can do that too.
If you’ve never had a hit song, 40 years later you may have missed the boat, despite having written many that could have been hits. This would probably apply to myself, so it’s best not to dwell on it too much. The upside is that I don’t have to go anywhere and be expected to play my hits, some of which I may not like any more, because I don’t have any. Any song I have written in the last 40 years is brand new to everyone, and the newer stuff is just as good as the older material. That’s how really good things are. The weekend is coming, and there will be nudes too! What’s not to like?
Happy Friday.